It Will Get Lighter

in a post. I want to be remembered

I am below everything.

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

Style

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

Rain, starting

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

you have a beautiful account btw

kind of mythopoesis

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful